[Cut to a scene of Elizabeth and Ira on a city street, deep in a lover’s quarrel]

Elizabeth: You’re leaving? How can you do this? Who else is going to battle Beau O’Reilly and Chicago Theatre? You know what, Ira? Beau wins. He wins. Go to New York, what do I care? Cleary, you don’t care.

Ira: I wish you could understand. I have to do this. Beau won years ago, Elizabeth. Years ago. I have to find myself . . . this wasn’t working out, anyway, we both know that.

Elizabeth: How can you do this to me? How?

Ira: I’ll still be on the radio. We’ll always have the radio.

[Ira turns and walks into the grey, rainy day (did I mention that it’s raining?) and we can’t tell – are those mean Chicago rain drops on his face? Or are tears running out from under his stylish glasses?]

[Phil Collin’s “Against All Odds” comes up softly -“How can you just walk away from me, When all I can do is watch you leave? ‘Cause we shared the laughter and the pain, And even shared the tears, You’re the only one who really new me at all” – and she watches him go.]